The following post is not the review for this movie. It is merely a warning to those who view it that it may contain strong inappropriate language as the subject matter in this film deals with lifestyle choices that I don’t necessarily agree with. I do not mean to offend anyone who may have made this lifestyle choice on this site. However, I have recently made a transition from mental illness due to the topic of this film and it is not one that is recommended for me to watch based on my past problems relating to this topic. I’ve been trying really hard to turn my life around and be able to view this topic as any other one despite the fact that it has caused me many problems.

You see, I’m homophobic to a degree and I had many problems with this in my teenage years. At the time of my first relationship, my girlfriend and I were having the normal problems and she threatened to break up with me because of these problems. We were both in high school at the time and though she appeared to be on my side, I started to notice she became more and more receptive to other girls. She would smile at them more and those other women would defend her against me as it related to those problems. I didn’t think much of it until she started calling my house and asking to speak to my mother even though I answered the phone. I don’t know what was said and my mother had no idea what she wanted each time she called. To make it simple, issues with my girlfriend eventually lead me to leaving my house to live elsewhere while my girlfriend, (who eventually became my ex as we broke up during the period where I lived elsewhere,) continued to live down the street from where I lived with my mother. My mother had began a friendship with her mother while my girlfriend most nights would tease me that my mother was coming to see her and that mom did not care about me anymore, (which was proven to be possibly true in my eyes based on the fact that mom and I would argue over the unrelated issues that forced me to move out while she maintained a positive relationship with her mother which caused her to see my girlfriend more often through her friendship.

The issues between my girlfriend and I came to a stop when a make out session between the two of us on her couch when I was visiting her one day ended badly after she refused to let me take her shirt off as I was ready for the good stuff. At first she claimed she wasn’t ready for that but then begged me not to tell mom about the ordeal. This lead me to believe she had something to hide from her and that she didn’t love me anymore. Heart broken, I told mom what happened right in front of my girlfriend. When mom got upset over hearing this, telling me “not to start,” and that she didn’t care what happened between us, my girlfriend broke up with me claiming to no longer be able to trust me as I had promised her I wouldn’t tell. After I tried to explain to her that I felt mom should know, she refused to change her mind. This unfortunately set the stage for a blow up fright between mom and I after plans for us to potentially go to a movie were cancelled. As I had just been visiting the house at this time, (I was still living elsewhere at this point,) the fight had escalated to the point where mom wanted me nowhere near her for months at a time. This happened more than once. We would not talk for a few weeks/months and then start again only for us to stop once I said something that offended her/something about the topic. It would almost always result in her saying that she didn’t want to talk to me again. This lead to the very last time I saw my girlfriend. One day, my mother was having a yard sale when my father, (who I had been living with during this period,) dropped off my younger brother after he spent the weekend with us. I looked into the driveway to find my mother and my then ex girlfriend hugging as soon as my father stopped the car. After I confronted mom on this, she got mad again claiming that she never wanted to see me/talk to me again, ETC. For a brief moment, my ex was left in the driveway alone where I tried to get my father to run her over and “leave her in a pile on the front lawn,” to which he of course didn’t comply. After my ex approached the vehicle, I attempted to punch through the window to attack her physically. When my mother noticed this, she grabbed her by the arm to keep her out of harm’s way where I called my ex a fuckin cunt and a whore before my father drove away to prevent further conflict. The result of this was another two months of mom and I ceasing contact all the while she continued to be more involved in her life, (driving her to school, and even getting her a job where she worked for her co-op placement,) all of which only further proved that the two were in a lesbian relationship, though this was not true. A couple of months later, I was alerted to the fact that she had moved to Brockville which I completely misinterpreted the reason for as I felt as if “she couldn’t pleasure mom anymore,” (which was said while discussing this topic with mom.) In reality, this is nothing further from the truth. The big thing was that for years after she had moved away/after I knew I would never see her again, that mom would never see her again, ETC, she continued to be a primary topic in our household by me as I would blame her for any problem either I faced, (especially one that got me in trouble,) or anytime mom was home late from work, I would say she is on her way to be with my ex and that she didn’t love me or care about me anymore, all because of my ex’s input. Most times this lead me to screaming uncontrollably in my house which served to get on people’s nerves to the point where my brothers, (who were both teenagers at the time, I was in my early 20